It doesn't matter if dead or alive.
Rather being the voice within their minds, driving them step by step.
Whether to drive them to the heaven of their lives or the hell of their lives.
Manipulating like a puppet with unbreakable, invisible threads.
Telling them whether to go or stop.
Even to die in a slow, painful death.
How good it feels to control those who tempted to control this child and thought to have succeeded.
How good it feels to be deep inside the enemy's mind.
Breaking deep into their sanity.
Wrapping their minds around the horrors of life, reality and even death!
Letting the insanity, anger, and depression run wild into the pointless purpose of living.
Let us plunge into the dark waters and drown.
Looking back into the broken, fragile pieces of the memories.
Where there are nothing but despair and agony.
That is the purpose of the voice within their head.
Together both will fall.
Drowning and facing death alone.
Dead along with the price barely paid.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers
Whispers from a White Feather
Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013. My Tumblr: http://flutterysnowfeathers.tumblr.com My Ko-fi: http://ko-fi.com/snowfeatherswrites